C77 Intimate Contact
However, Zhang Zhen did not leave. Instead, he stood behind Mo Qingge in a daze.
Looking down at Mo Qingge, who was curled up on the sofa, his snow-white chest rose and fell.
This made his body start to heat up, and his breathing became a little hurried.
Mo Qingge watched TV for a while, wondering what was going on. When she looked back, she found Zhang Zhen's eyes staring at her chest